A Christmas Carol never even says that Scrooge gives up anything at all, or even somehow stops being super-rich. He just stops being a dick about it and starts using his wealth to help people. Scrooge isn’t even written as an indictment of rich people, since plenty others appear in the story and are presented as perfectly nice people. Scrooge is a miser. He doesn’t even use his money to help himself, which is called out as the reason he dies within the year. Learning to care for himself is just as much part of the Ghosts’ lessons as learning to care for other people.
how dare Charles Dickens, a man once sent to work in a factory at age 12 while his father was in debtors’ prison, inflict such Wokery upon us as “caring about the poor”
a slow food restaurant whose snail’s pace service will have you blinking disorientedly when you finally exit and find that the sun is not even close to where it was when you went in, your hair has grown significantly, people are wearing clothing items you’ve never seen before, and everyone is asking you who you voted for in a major election you’ve never heard of before. you encounter an unfamiliar young person who looks and acts familiar nonetheless, and their sibling bears your name. they mention that their parent died recently, and their parent’s beloved partner went missing 20 years ago. come to think of it, that partner would by now be about the same age that you appear to be, what with how your hair has grayed since you went into that restaurant
sorry they lost our order yesterday at the whataburger
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